Paroles
Two jumps in a week
I bet you think that’s pretty clever, don’t you boy?
Flying on your motorcycle
Watching all the ground beneath you drop
Kill yourself for recognition
Kill yourself to never ever stop
You broke another mirror
You’re turning into something you are not
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry
Drying up in conversation
You will be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces
You just sit there wishing you could still make love
They’re the ones who’ll hate you
When you think you’ve got the world all sussed out
They’re the once who’ll spit at you
You’ll be the one screaming out
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry
Oh, it’s the best thing that you ever had
The best thing you ever, ever had
It’s the best thing that you ever had
The best thing you have had is gone away
D-don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry
